The Lost Sufi
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Part I – The Longing

The Door Without a Key

Poem 4Part I

All night I searched for the door, tapping stone, counting stars. At dawn a beggar laughed, pointing to my chest. It was not a door after all, only an unguarded space where a thought used to stand watch. No key was ever made for this. Enter, said the light. I hesitated like a shadow. Then the sun stepped forward, and where I stood was only morning.